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gbe strap - reaper lyrics

[intro]
c’mon, c’mon, c’mon

[verse]
ridin’ with my fye and it’s dyin’ to meet you
real street n+gga, if you reach, imma teach you
i’m my own kind, i’m an unknown creature
hit the gas in the scat, the tires get to screechin’
[?], this sh+t be critical
[?], n+gga might need medical
make him feel special, but you really irrelevant
glock boy, tryna put a bl!ck on my necklace
hop out the [?], i bet the gang won’t hesitate
beat a n+gga down bad, he thought i was a featherweight
keep this sh+t goin’, boy, i got me another plate
[?] down a bag, do this sh+t one day
come to the trap, n+gga, check my [?]
hundred dollar zip, get him gone, like andale
prada my phonе, had to get me a prada case
jumpеd off the porch, i didn’t have no other way
dark weed got a n+gga geekin’, like cocaine
push a n+gga sh+t back for all of the [?]
back on his top with the price, we on him
[?] had to change my [?]
ridin’ with an arp ain’t doin no missing
snakes in my grass, so imma shoot at the hisses
imma up on the reaper if he pay me a visit
n+ggas be fakin’ their [?] for digits
gta livin’, ain’t failin’ no mission
n+gga keep smilin’ imma give him a [?]
i come for the tris, i ain’t takin’ no pictures
get out of line then i have to dismiss him
she playin’ my music, i know i’m a k!ller
turn on the [?], i’m a real hood n+gga
come to the spot, it’s a bad memo
step on a n+gga, got blood on my tennis shoes
in love with the striker, i don’t wanna get rid of that
wipe that boy nose, he need some tissues
long live my brother from the city, [?] with you

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